Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song RIP, artist - Spice 1. Album song 187 He Wrote, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.06.1993
Record label: Thug World
Song language: English
RIP |
| Yeah, whassup? |
| RIP, shout-out to my dead partners |
| (Spice 1) |
| My nigga went crazy he’s trapped in a cell |
| He chopped off his fingers and sent them back in the mail |
| If life is a bitch, I’ll pimp it just like a hoe |
| I make all my money from slangin ounces of coke |
| I shot up a bitch cuz she was fiend |
| She’s spreadin information tryin to run off with my ring |
| I’m livin’in fear, motherfuckers wanna jack when |
| A 187 nigga’s best friend is a Mack 10 |
| Niggas be rollin up on me and loadin the clip and say I’m slippin |
| but I’m in a fucked up state of mind |
| and I’m packin a nine and I’m not trippin |
| Cause I’m strapped thinkin about my nigga took out in the game |
| R-I-P, plan B Jessie was his name |
| So rest in peace, peace my nigga R-I-P |
| (Chorus: Spice 1) |
| R-I-P, R-I-P, rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall |
| R-I-P, rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall |
| R-I-P, rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall |
| Yeah whassup Clean? |
| I ain’t forgot about you homie |
| Johnny B whassup Clay? |
| I ain’t forgot about you either |
| Hope y’all tear this thang knahI’msayin? |
| Big Dave, Jr, Six-O-Mobb, yeah |
| (Spice 1) |
| When I was young I had the lust to pull the trigger |
| So I know how it feels to shoot another nigga |
| Take one of mine I’ll take ten of yours |
| You call up your posse I’ll call up my boys |
| The funk, it was jumpin', but why should it jump? |
| Niggas with Uzi’s and hella niggas with pumps |
| Ready to spray do a nigga up proper |
| Did my boy in good chopped him up with the chopper |
| See some more from the north Johnny B from the crew |
| seen a nigga get blasted his bloody foot in his shoe |
| The bag the body the body the bag |
| From forties to funerals from chronic to zag’s |
| I’m rollin up one for niggas that died |
| I go out to forty and hit the strip in my ride |
| And let down the top cause my top drop |
| Handle my glock incase I gotta pop |
| (Chorus: Spice 1) |
| R-I-P, rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall |
| R-I-P, rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall |
| R-I-P, rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall |
| Yeah fool whatta you know about my partners Mark Crowser |
| Y’all know nothin about Erick Ason |
| Y’all know nothin about Big Round Sink knahI’msayin? |
| O.G.'s they got much love, Marcus Raine |
| (Spice 1) |
| My nigga had bomb we called him Big Dave |
| Six slugs in the chest put my boy in the grave |
| I went to his house to get me a sack |
| His brother stood on the porch and told me the facts |
| Strange how it happened he went out for a night |
| Strange car drove up that’s when the pistols went pop |
| Should I pull on the trigger and we bell on these niggas? |
| Should I roll up the Endo hit throw up drunk offa liquor? |
| My memorials of my dead niggas on the wall |
| And when I die I know I’m dyin with a bullet y’all |
| But the nigga that take me out, he better have the clout |
| Because my niggas gonna chop your bloody body route |
| You know this nigga ain’t afraid to die |
| Just write my name on the wall: Gangsta S-P-I |
| C-E… R-I-P — rest in peace nigga |
| (Chorus: Spice 1) |
| R-I-P, rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall |
| R-I-P, rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall |
| R-I-P, rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall |
| R-I-P, rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall |